Forget not the unending velds of promises,

The caresses and love’s passionful whispers.

Forget not the fun,

The gaze when deep in my soul you stared and my internal  roses would bloom.

Forget not the picnics we had,

deep in the meadows of time, careless

Forget not the sweet love we made,

The deep kisses, the secret fondles, the cuddles

There then where you painted a portrait of you on battlements of my heart.

True you did conquer me, my all.

Forget not the poetry lines from William’s sonnets,

The witty quotes from Keats’s odes

That you to me recited to a candlelight’s silent dance.

Forget not this,

For it reminds me of you.